Hey, I hope you all had a nice New Year's Eve :) So we start the new year with some family drama and a bit tensed new chapter. Hope you'll like it :)

I rose up and straddled over Alastair's body. The Winchesters looked surprised. They were still pinned to the stupid wall and I rolled my eyes. So they were hexed too. My father was in complete shock, his mouth wide open.

"What did you do?" he shook his head "How?"

"Oh, how I killed the bastard?" I asked and showed him the silver blade, tossing it in the air and then catching it "With that. A friend gave it to me. Just in case." And with swift move I hid it beneath my clothes

Deliberately slowly I took out my real gun and pointed it to my father. I felt cold anger in my chest that was burning me with its ice tentacles from the moment I saw him.

"So… Dad" I emphasized on the last word "Why don't you let my friends now go so I don't blow your brain?"

Obviously he shook out of the shock because he laughed at me. I shot. Twice. The two bullets got stuck into the barrier on the level of his shoulder.

"I'm serious" I snarled

"Darling, you won't hurt me. We both know it" he tilted his head smiling at me "See, you aimed in my shoulder so you won't harm me. The barrier prevents anything going out from it." His smile grew wider "Now be good girl and tell me where the tablet is. Ivan obviously told you about it"

"He did. And I'm not telling you a shit before you release them" I snapped but lowered my gun

He's face got the cold soldier expression I knew so well from my childhood. That wasn't a good sign. I clenched my jaw. Now with the demon gone he felt secure of his status of pulling the strings and was capable of anything. He approached Dean and Sam and out of nowhere he pulled a knife.

"C'mon, darling, tell me what I need to know" he started playing with the blade in his hands "You don't want your friends get hurt because of you"

"Touch them and I swear to God, I'll…"

"You'll do what?" he smirked "You're trapped. There's only one thing you can do and it is to tell me where the tablet is"

I had to buy more time. Where the hell were the lather boys?

"I'm not a little girl, Dad" I said "You can't expect me to behave like one. You must stop giving me orders. I'm not your little soldier anymore. But I'm curious what the deal was? What is that you wish so hard you're ready to strike a deal with the King of Hell?"

"That stupid old man!" he hissed "He blabbed out everything!?"

"What's the deal?" I raised my voice

"It's you and Kat" he said in excitement "He promised me to reunite our family. So you'll have your parents by your side again"

The anger in my chest clashed with the pain in my heart that his words made me feel. He was so wrong. I didn't need parents anymore. I wasn't the child he remembered. I had my family now. Everything else was just past. And I seriously doubted my mother would approve his methods. She would never agree on that. She'd wish my happiness with the people I already had in my life. He wasn't doing this for me or her. He was doing this for himself. I took a deep breath trying to contain the fury inside me. He wasn't the man who taught me to separate good and evil from right and wrong; the man who showed me that the world had not only black and white colors but different shades of grey was lost. I killed him so many years ago. The man standing in front of me had nothing to do with the caring father who tucked my blanket every night and kissed my forehead whishing me sweet dreams. That man died long ago in my arms. The man I was facing was some shadow shell of the father I once knew; his mind was twisted and damaged. I felt regret and despair overwhelming me.

"Where's the tablet?" he asked and stuck the knife in his hands into Sam's tight

Sam yelled in pain.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted; he was fierce, his jaw clenched, his body tensed and his eyes giving death glares

I kept it quiet. My father looked me in the eyes, waiting to bend under his will. The hand with my gun rose pointing it to my chest.

"I can't hurt you" I quietly said ignoring the rage I felt "but touch them again and you'll never find out where the tablet is."

"You're gonna shoot yourself? Kill yourself to protect them?!" my father watched me in disbelieve

If someone didn't take care of Sam's wound he was going to bleed to death. He and Dean stared at me with worried expressions.

"Well, they're worth it" I said and moved my gun a little as I was speaking

"You really think I'm gonna fall for that!? You get sick at the sight of blood. How do you…"

I shot in anger. Sam and Dean yelled helpless to do anything. Severe pain went through my body as the bullet lodged in my left shoulder, my body bent into two. I felt warm blood flowing down from the fresh wound. I clenched my teeth trying not to cry in pain. I did my best to ignore the blood and not puke. My father's jaw dropped. He was more than shocked.

"Still think I don't have the guts?" I snarled and put the gun's barrel pointing my chest "Let them go. Or I'll make sure the next one goes in the heart…"

My father was just about to get really panicked. He knew well enough how stubborn and determined I could be when I wanted something so he was aware I was completely capable of killing myself.

"And by the way I really need to know where's the tablet your precious Crowley already has." I hissed trying to ignore the awful stings of the pain.

"I can't…"

I shot again and this time a small cry escaped my lips. I heard Dean calling my name but I didn't dare to look at him. The second bullet passed close to the first wound but went out through my back.

"Fine! Fine!" my father yelled and took a deep breath while he was searching his pockets for something "Crowley let me keep the tablet for him, ok? It's here. I've got it"

"Where?" I brandished my gun

"Ok" he raised his hands as if that'd stop me from doing something stupid "It's in my desk in the next room. I can get it if you…."

"No" I snapped "Let the Winchesters go"

He quickly took out of his pocket a small hex bag and set it on fire. But the brothers remained pinned to the wall. Instead the circle around me gave a pale glow and the barrier fell down with quiet buzz. In the hurry my father burned the wrong hex bag. He realized his mistake too late. I was aiming for his head already.

"No" he whispered in denial "You never would hurt me. You wouldn't…"

The girl I was two years ago would never even think of pulling a gun on her own father much less shooting him. But I wasn't that girl anymore. I wasn't the blinded daughter who was ready to do anything for her daddy. I wasn't the girl who felt guilty for her father's death enough to try taking away her own life. The same way he wasn't the caring and rational man I remembered. He was just a pawn in much bigger game behind which moves was this King of Hell, Crowley. I didn't know why he wanted these tablets so badly or how he planned on using them but I was sure as hell he should never get to them. Crowley played with my father's mind and his desires of united family making him do things he normally would never do. My father's obsession of reuniting the family was a sick idea that was planted in his mind and through which he was easily manipulated. He became one of the monsters he once hunted. He shouldn't have ever harmed innocents. He shouldn't have killed Ivan. And most importantly, he should have never threatened Dean and Sam. He was way too dangerous… and he had to be put down.

"You wouldn't…"

I pulled the trigger. My hand didn't even flinch, nor did my eye blinked. My shot was precise, just the way he taught me. His body fell on the ground, bend in strange position, his eyes wide opened with shock in his death and small stream of blood going down from the hole in his forehead. I felt nothing. I felt numb and relived. And that just showed how sick and twisted I was.

The moment my father's heart stopped functioning the hex on the boys was destroyed. Dean staggered on his feet but Sam's hurt leg gave in and he fell on the ground. I pressed my hand to my wounded shoulder and went to him simultaneously with Dean. We helped him get on his feet. I felt the boys' eyes on me. I didn't dare to look at them, I didn't want to know what I might find there – accusation, disgust, hatred.

"You're fucking crazy, you know?" Dean shook his head, raising his eyebrows and grinning "You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know" I grunted hiding my snicker

In that moment Bear stormed into the room, a gun in his hand and a walkie-talkie in the other. It was about damn time! His eyes quickly scanned the premises and seeing no threat he sighed in relieve. He put the radio in front of his lips and barked his orders to the rest of the leather boys.

"I found them. Clear the building. Now!" then he looked at us with concern "We found a bomb. We need to move!"